What am I doing with my life?!
Oh yeah, NOTHING. -______________-
on a plus note, I look like a badass on a skateboard.
Conquering
I don’t like you.
I don’t want to date you.
Actually, in general, I don’t much care for your company nor for your “witty” banter. THEREFORE. We cannot hang out if your pants are staying on.
But it’s not about the sex though. It used to be. Now it’s about conquering you. It’s about knowing I could have you whenever I wanted just because you desire me that much.
It’s about knowing that I am certainly a better lover than your ugly girlfriend. (I am, and I know you’ve said it, I’ve just decided more recently that I would like you to scream it in the throws of passion so all of apartment life can hear you.”
Something along the lines of: “OH MY FUCK CAITLIN YOU”RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN AMANDA” would be just wonderful :)
I have all summer. I will conquer you.
